Attraction

If it's not the wind of change
Blowing air to my wings
It's not a draft I'm waiting for
To fly up to the sky
I need a strong wind
To give me altitude
And savor while gliding
This idea of fullness

But that's not something you make up
This calm, so calm
Without a cloud, without a beating heart
If it's not the wind of pleasure
Fighting my weightlessness
I won't let a bad zephyr
Push me straight towards a deception

Because if love is not in the air
I prefer to stay on the ground

And if I believe my ant friends
In their distant idea of the skies
Predicting a life of paradise
Of work and career
Never alone again, surrounded by colleagues
And very friendly sisters
I will surely find a way
To approach happiness

But that's not something you make up
This calm, so calm
Without a cloud, without a beating heart
If it's not the wind of pleasure
Fighting my weightlessness
I won't let a bad zephyr
Push me straight towards a deception

Because if love is not on earth
I prefer to take to the air

If it's not the wind of change
Blowing air to my wings
It's not a draft I'm waiting for
To fly up to the sky
I search in vain for the attraction
Earthly or if necessary lunar
That will make me take a stand
For the extraordinary, the ordinary

If love is not in the air
I prefer to stay on the ground
But if love is not on earth
I prefer to take to the air